"Holy shit balls, what the fuck is that?" I found myself yelling, in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "I beg your pardon, Sir?" the waiter replied, bending closer as if to signal a quieter tone. "Don't 'Sir' me, ya little prick. What the fuck is that on my plate?" I continued, unabated. "Jason, keep it down, it really isn't worth a scene," my wife inte...
Still no sex but a tiny smidgeon of play. Barely anything. Next chapter is a bit better so hang in there. *-*-* Chapter 3 When I get to the end of the driveway I hesitate for a second not knowing which way to turn. I'm pretty sure we came from the left so I turn in the direction. I put my head down and watch the pavement as I fiddle though my bag to call...
I had met him at Sterling cinema on Sunday last. I had gone to watch Sherlock Holmes morning show. The cinema hall was not crowded, and I thought probably Sunday morning is not the time most people in their right senses would trudge towards a local theatre to watch a movie. Though I had been an ardent follower of Arthur Conan Doyle's fiction novels and short...
The interview went well, Westley thought. He'd researched the clinic before stepping foot in Wisconsin, so he hopefully knew what they were looking for. And he thought he was a good fit there as well. He hopped into his car and grabbed his phone from the console. He dialed Christian. "Hey little man. How'd the interview go?" "Good. I think. You want to g...
This is a true story about the first time (but certainly not the last time) that I sucked a big black dick. I was just out of college and living back at my parent's house for the first time in years. They tended to go out for weekends, down to the beach and whatnot, and this story is about the first time I used one of those weekends home alone to explore a...
Chapter 2- The Truth After my brief encounter in the supermarket, my excitement was visible to all. I was driving at snail's pace, with the windows rolled down. I sang out loud as I usually do and I'd occasionally scream out almond praline gold or not chocolate randomly. My poor aunt Berne one must admire her patience. It was only after we missed the turni...
We moved my senior year in High School; my dad following the Great American dream! Through my high school years I had been the local faggot whore who serviced everyone in the little town I lived in, so when I turned 18 in my new home, over a thousand miles from my old home and reputation, I boarded a bus and went downtown to where there were several adult th...
The moment my cock slipped inside his asshole I knew it was the real deal. We were going bareback. Neither of us gave a fuck, and we were both married anyway, so the risk was low. He was on his stomach on the bed where he fucked his wife a night earlier. Now it was my turn, and I wasn't holding anything back. I was on top, pumping him. He wore his wife's lac...
last sentence chapter 42-"I hope you didn't do it for me" "OH, hell no. Well maybe a little. The gut was beginning to become embarrassing and the chicken neck was a disgrace. I was surprised at my recovery time. It's such a new me that I'd love to parade naked in front of the ex," Fred say's. "Well, you can parade naked in front of me anytime," I say. Fr...
*** Author's Note This is my second time writing gay fiction. This is intended as more of a romantic story; it has to do with German boy helping his Korean friend realize he doesn't have to look to girls for love. There's not really any penetration to speak of, but there's a brief handjob near the end. Please leave any comments or constructive criticism,...